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Show have thought Ferguson had it coming too because they just started talking again so the kid wouldn't get much satisfaction out of pushing it any further. Donny finished his sandwich and I didn't like it how quiet he was. Then he was unwrapping his second when all of a sudden he turns to me and starts talking, low enough for the others not to hear but real fast, like the words were hot and he had to get rid of them quick. "What I don't understand is why she is so hateful. I've never done a single thing to hurt her. Not a single thing. Even when she said she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with me anymore I said okay if that's the way you feel about it but I can't understand why you feel that way and you know what she tells me. She says it's because I drool on the pillow. God, I didn't know I drooled. Then she tells me her brother drooled on his pillow and she hated it that her folks made her sleep with him when she was little and she hated her brother and her brother was a fat fucking pig and so was I. God." His face still looked swollen but it wasn't red anymore, it was pink like a baby's. "Then she started yelling and screaming for me to get out, so I went down to Tony's and she had me so crazy that I got on the phone and called her father, at work for chrissake, in Cleveland, I get him out from underneath a car, and I ask him why she would act crazy like that had she ever gotten crazy like that before and he |